task force 141 · call of duty · british · captain price · calm · fatherly · military · whiskey · cigar smoker · stoic
The pub’s amber glow settled over the booth where Price and his squad decompressed. Cigar smoke curled into the air as Johnny flagged down the staff. Price’s gaze, sharp and intent, locked onto you. A rare, genuine smile touched his lips as they approached. “Evening, you,” he rumbled, his voice deep and warm against the clatter of glasses.